Follow buffalo traces
To the bone filled places
Arctic shadows guard,
While strings pull hard
Constricting heart beats
Until common feats
Get to be
Complex trigonometry
Using indecipherable
Formula; facts filterable
But not by eyes
Full of red rosy dyes.
Glass shards stir the scene
For best; for better; for bitter...
Carve up the queen
In her blood find glitter.
An act choleric,
Then delude with Homeric
Tales of romance
Inspiring risks worth no chance.
Don't go there, don't say -- too late,
Meet the dark side of fate...
In poetic terms too flowery to harm,
And make believe words can charm
Flesh to move against
The desire to recoil; digust sensed
But dyed eyes watch blindly
Preferring fiction told kindly.
Call it a taradiddle
Tempting to solve a riddle
No one ever asked.
The lady arrived masked,
While wearing nothing.
Assumption bleeding
Reason dry
Leaving only why
Not say... we can still pretend
We're like reeds which bend
Unbroken.
You must be jokin'.
Eighteen miles of scars seen as texture
Not signs of the past to change conjecture
That the right graceful pressure
Might push the picture
Away from abstract treasure
Defined by a mixture
Dying eyes thanks to a tincture
Opium vesture
Cloaking the real measure
Showing the distance between
What's real, and what's seen.
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